Bike: YAAYYYYYY HILLLLL!
Gods of Karma: I think lockpique is having far too good a week.
Other Gods of Karma: Yeah, it's disrupting the balance.
More Gods of stupid jerkfaced karma: We'd better step in fast.
Dumb pointy rock: I don't like where this is going, guys...
Gravity and Physics (Because they're ASSHOLES, pardon my English): We ruin EVERYTHING!
Bike: Oh no!
Me: @#&^%*^&*&%(_)*(&*^#$*&%*^&(&$
Bike repairdude at Scheels: Yeah, your innertube has *techy repair-term* and your spokes are *techy repair-term*, and we need to make sure the *techy repair-term* has *techy repair-term*, so instead of the 6 bucks you thought you'd need, it's gonna be more like 25.
Me: Okay, I guess I'll pick it up tomorrow, and in the meantime, WALK everywhere.
Inner Me: #$%^&(^$$^#_(*^*%&%#@$&(*^$%#&
Gods of Karma: YAAAAAAYYYYYYYY
Blameless bike which has done nothing wrong: AWWWwwwwwww. :'(
So yeah, Gods of Karma. You made my bike cry. Hope you're happy now.
